[Chorus]   Where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?   Where where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?      Where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?   Where where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?      Where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?   Where where them gangsters at?   Where them dumbs at?      Where them dumbs at?   Where them dumbs at?   Where where them dumbs at?   Where where them dumbs at?      [Nas]   I slow dance with the Devil   Snow setting in the bezzle   Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville   Polo black scented, eyes squinted   Air Force One's, with my own patent in it   Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy   Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality   Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green   Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens   With no AKs, I'm the ambassador   Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.   Lotta blood gonna splash in war   Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest   But y'all ain't never seen nothing   Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench   That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate   Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent   To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit   Ya bench been wanna police the dick   The big Benz, Imma model ya chick   Was that posing, cash froze her   Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over   Cold like ice, more chains than slaves   Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel   Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble   I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle      [Chorus]      [Nas]   The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya   If you stand close to the woofer   Betcha get sprayed by my lecture   Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular   Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya   Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac   Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that   Eat with my elbows top of the table   Street etiquette with speech impediments   And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid   Cause you ain't take the last dollar made   Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it   Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate   Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung   Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from   Q Boro, specifically The Bridge   Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is      [Chorus]      [Nas]   Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking   Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic   My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what   Financer, skull doo wrapped up   Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor   Diversified all my circle   Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness   Numero uno, annuit coeptis   That's the language of our Latin ancestors   On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message   In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria   My criteria, smoke cigars   Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll   With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing   Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket   Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick      [Chorus]